The entire basement floor was filled with shrill sirens.

The soldiers standing at the four corners of the hall of the real yàn room with loaded guns and ammunition all looked vigilant, holding up their automatic rifles hanging from their chests and walking towards the lounge. At the same time, the guards in the other rooms leading to the hall also gathered towards the hall. Because the lounge is the only entrance, and the lobby is the only way to the lounge.

"Hey... It was discovered by being so careful. Qin Jun couldn't help frowning, but Zhang Daxing's eyes glowed with a scorching light after hearing this.

"Gorillas. It's time for you to watch xiàn. Qin Jun didn't seem to be in a hurry, he glanced at Zhang Daxing, and actually took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it slowly.

Zhang Daxing grinned at Qin Jun and said excitedly: "Lao Tzu has been holding back all night. It's finally time for this opportunity. ”

The whereabouts were discovered, and her own people were still interested in smoking, and the most incomprehensible thing was that there were still people who could laugh, and the corners of the blue scorpion's eyes twitched slightly, and she was very puzzled.

Qin Jun didn't explain anything to the blue scorpion, he just spit out a puff of smoke and said to her indifferently: "He takes the lead." I'm in the center, and you hold the elevator to prevent the people above from coming down and hitting us at both ends. ”

The blue scorpion nodded, put the sniper rifle behind his back, took a submachine gun from his bag, took a few steps back, and stood in the middle of the elevator entrance and the lounge door, a place that could both defend the back and support the front.

"Let's act..."Qin Jun said in a low voice.

"The old rules." Zhang Daxing pointed to the cigarette in Qin Jun's hand meaningfully, and as soon as the words fell, he kicked open the door of the lounge and rushed in with a submachine gun in a loud voice.

Click-Click

Dense and rapid gunfire rang out in the hall of the real room.

Qin Jun shook his head with a smile, put down his gun, and smoked intently.

The blue scorpion glanced at Qin Jun puzzled, he didn't follow up to help his companions, but sat on the sofa in the lounge, smoking leisurely, and didn't seem to have any intention of making a move.

"Curious?" Qin Jun took a puff of his cigarette and looked very enjoyable. Then he glanced up at the blue scorpion. He saw the other man's blue eyes, full of doubt.

The blue scorpion didn't nod or shake his head, which was considered a tacit acquiescence.

"Every time I charged, I would give him time for a cigarette and let him have fun. That's our old rule. Qin Jun spat out a mouthful of thick mist.

It's a weird old rule. Two people charge together, but they can still help each other, and if they go out alone with a submachine gun, without fire cover, it is much more dangerous. The blue scorpion shook his head disapprovingly.

It seemed that he expected the other party to have such a reaction, Qin Jun didn't explain anything, just smiled indifferently.

The sound of bullets in the hall continued to ring. The blue scorpion turned his head and glanced down the hall. The battle inside is almost over. Zhang Daxing stood on the real platform in the center of the hall, condescending, the submachine gun in his hand kept spitting out, and there were already more than a dozen corpses lying in a pool of blood in the hall, including scientific researchers in white coats holding firearms.

From time to time, heavily armed soldiers burst into the hall through another door, but without exception they were beaten into a sieve by a torrential rain of bullets. In the hall, except for the two clever soldiers hiding behind the real platform in the corner, the others were either lying in a pool of blood or obediently squatting on the ground with their heads in their hands.

The soldiers hiding behind the real platform still wanted to shoot back, but they were suppressed by Zhang Daxing's firepower and couldn't raise their heads at all.

This guy's style of play, isn't it too crazy. Seeing this, the blue scorpion couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth.

Click-when...

After a shuttle was quickly finished, Zhang Daxing's agile feet kicked the ground, and a beautiful somersault evacuated the real platform he was standing on just now, and landed firmly on the ground. At the same time as he did the flip, I saw that his hands had completed the action of changing the magazine at lightning speed, and by the time he landed, the bullets of the submachine gun had already been reloaded.

The blue scorpion couldn't help but open her eyes, she never expected that it would only take two or three seconds to change the magazine of a submachine gun, and it was while her body was doing other movements. If the blue scorpion saw the process of Qin Jun's two-handed pistol changing magazines, it was estimated that his jaw would drop even more in shock.

The two soldiers hiding behind the real platform saw that the bullets from the submachine guns stopped abruptly, and they immediately thought that the other party must have finished firing a shuttle of bullets. Anyone who has been a soldier knows that taking advantage of the enemy's time to change bullets is the best opportunity to counterattack. So the two soldiers stood up at the same time with automatic rifles in their hands.

However, when they stood up, they saw the murderous man, who was smiling wildly at them.

Click.

Hahaha.

The sound of gunfire and maniacal laughter was the last sound the two soldiers heard in the world.

The submachine gun in Zhang Daxing's hand once again spat out a crazy tongue of fire. The bodies of the two soldiers danced like a jump. It wasn't until a shuttle of bullets was completely fired that Zhang Daxing stopped. By this time, the two soldiers had long since disappeared.

Lunatic... Demon... Butcher...

The blue scorpion, who has killed countless people, seems to have no better words to describe the seemingly harmless big man in front of him. If he can be provided with sufficient weapons and ammunition, the combat effectiveness of this big man can be equal to the combat effectiveness of a ten-person special forces squad.

At this time, the cigarette in Qin Jun's hand was only half smoked. He stood up with a smile on his face, extinguished the remaining cigarette butts on the table, and then drew two more pistols and walked into the hall.

Whew——Zhang Daxing took a long breath, his breath slowly became gentle, but his face was still filled with excitement.

"It's still when I'm with you that I can enjoy this kind of exhilaration." Zhang Daxing glanced back at Qin Jun, and his face gradually returned to normal.

Qin Jun smiled at Zhang Daxing. It's an old rule between them. Zhang Daxing's specialty is assault, every time they carry out a mission, Zhang Daxing always likes to charge alone, and every time he will destroy most of the enemy's living forces in half a cigarette. This is not only Zhang Daxing's self-confidence, but also Qin Jun's undoubted trust in him.

In the hall, the bottles and jars on the table seemed to be chemical reagents, which were not compatible with living things, and there was no genetic sample snatched back by the Sakura group. Throughout the walls of the hall are storage cabinets made of tempered glass, which contain arm-thick glass tubes, which are sealed with liquids of various colors, and on which are also labeled with skull symbols, which at first glance are known as vicious chemical weapons. These chemical weapons were banned by the international community more than ten years ago, and they were not expected to be secretly researched here.

"Gorilla, you go and ask." Qin Jun's face sank, and he angrily pouted at the few scientific researchers on the ground who were holding their heads.

Zhang Daxing immediately walked over with a gun, put a gun to the head of one of them and asked, "Where are the genetic samples that were snatched back from Huaxia Kingdom?" ”

The researcher, frowning, did not speak.

Bang... Zhang Daxing immediately pulled the trigger and shot him in the head. Then he pointed the muzzle of the gun at the head of another person.

The red and white things in his companion's mind splashed on his face, and the frightened man trembled.

"Upstairs, it's the chemistry lab. Upstairs is the biology lab. ”

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